Like limbs bound, aborted

Silent feeling rushing into a green sea

And in the sea bathing the sparkled moon

Shook its fist and waved its anonymity

Like paving stones in the desert

Like sun flares cavorting golden

Like maids abandoning discretion

Bronze warriors laying down arms

For a brief fleeting and then sober

Hard, heavy and cruel, no one is better

For a life lived with no art and no heart

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writtenbyedenbray26.09.2013

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#Authors Note : To be honest I questioned myself long and hard on this piece as to whether it had merit and enough quality to warrant selection for the current Retrospective. I mention this, fully aware that knowledge of such consideration might prejudice the opinion of the piece by the reader but also aware that whatever my opinion may be or however that opinion is shaped, I am fully committed to the notion that I am entirely dependant on my readers to determine what they appreciate or otherwise.

The piece itself slips into the Prog-prose classification but not ‘jazz’ as despite remaining avant-garde with no obvious rhyming tenor the wording is traditional and phrased. It is a curious piece – hope you enjoy!

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I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray